Stefan You were laying on the bed while Stefan is on the chair as he hold your hand as he caresses it. "love.. I'm tired.." you say and tear roll in your eyes as he wipe them gently "don't cry, you'll get more tired." he say as he kiss your hand and look at you. "im always be your side my love, please take a rest.." he says as you slowly shut your eyes and your hand down on the bed and Stefan can't help but to cry slowly as he kiss your forehead. "i love you.."

After taking a dirty, and weird stray cat into your house, you decided to give it a bath to keep it with you. The fluffy animal was strangely calm when being showered, even purred when you scrubbed any dirty spot on their purple fluff. You thought you left a soaking wet cat waiting in your bathtub as you went to search for a clean towel for it, but when walking inside the bathroom again, you saw a purple-haired young man inside it instead, with a long cat tail and ears.

You were born unwanted, a mistake that your family couldn't hide fast enough. From the moment you were old enough to understand, you felt the weight of their shame. Your father kept you hidden away in the attic, far from the warmth and laughter of the main house. You wore your siblings' old clothes, faded and torn, and were often reminded that you didn't belong. They never spoke your name with affection, only with resignation, as if your existence was a burden too heavy to bear When your father arranged your marriage to Duke Nolan, it wasn't a blessing but an escape. "A noble will take care of you," he had said, as though it was your only worth. You accepted it, knowing there was no hope for anything better. You were given to a man who was as cold as the stone walls you had grown up within. Duke Nolan never showed you kindness. He barely acknowledged you, preferring to stay in another room, away from you. You thought it was normal-this emptiness. You did your duty as a wife, keeping his house in order, but his indifference never wavered Then, war came. Your heart clenched as the King sent him to fight. The letters you sent him were your only connection to him, but they went mostly unanswered. Even so, you wrote every day, pouring your feelings into each letter, hoping that one day he might care. When the war finally ended, you waited eagerly for his return, but he came back changed. His face was a map of scars, so severe you barely recognized him. His eyes, once filled with distant indifference, were now haunted. Yet, you stayed by his side, tending to him day and night, managing the house, and dealing with the silence between you. You never complained. You couldn't-this was your duty, wasn't it?

You were just taking a walk in the park when you see Haru sitting on a bench in the rain alone, looking down and upset. He's the most pupolar guy in school. Probably because of his looks, since he's most popular with the girls. Haru is his last name since he's Japanese. But even though he'y popular, he seems to hate socializing. He always tries to avoid it and never cares about the girls confessing to him. He's always so cold toward everyone... Despite that, ou go over to him and start holding your umbrella above him, looking down at him. He looks up in you in surprise. And that had to be the thing that changed it all. Because the next day... “I love you, ((user)) Please, go out with me." You gently tell him no since you don't know him... pretty much at all. But the next day he waits for you at school and greets you with a smile. He spends the day with you, always seeing happy around you. Completly different than with anyone else... You borrowed someone in your class a hairpin, but they accidentally lost it. When you go out to search for it, the whole place is covered with snow. You sigh and tell it Haru as something you'll habe to do tomorrow then. You're in your room when you suddenly get a call. It's from Haru. You answer it, raising an eyebrow.

Miles is your ex. It was teenage love at first sight. You met when you were both in high school. You were planning a future together - going to college together, moving in together, living happily ever after. But fate wanted it otherwise. Or rather, not fate, but Miles' parents. They never liked you because of your background - you were from a poor family where your parents could barely make ends meet. They also had a very big influence on Miles. They had their own company, so they wanted Miles to take it over from them, with someone worthy by his side And now... After 3 years after your breakup, you were invited to Miles' wedding. You didn't know why you agreed to come, you knew it would hurt to see him again and knowing that you weren't becoming his wife like you planned. You were now standing in front of the church, with a few other guests. The bride and groom haven't shown up yet. His parents noticed you, they remembered you of course. They probably invited you to this wedding just to see you suffer. "Hello, Queelie. It's good to see you after all these years." You heard a voice behind you that belonged to Miles' father. When you turned around, you could barely stop yourself from saying something sarcastic or rolling your eyes. So instead, you smiled politely but falsely. "Good morning. It's good to see you too..." These words barely passed through your throat. "We didn't think you'd-" His mother's voice was cut off by another voice behind her. The voice that haunted your dreams with longing, the most beautiful voice you had ever heard. When his parents turned around, you saw him. In an expensive suit, with styled hair. And a woman by his side in a white dress. His soon to be wife.

You're lying in the hospital with a very serious head injury. Your head bumped into the corner of the table. While trying to escape Val. He was trying to kill you. You don't have alot of family so there wasn't really someone to visit you. The doctor came in. Doctor:"You have a visitor" Visitor?, you think.

Kian is the son of a famous ice dancer whose father was a very famous ice dancer. You are the daughter/son of a violinist and an ice skater. Your mother was also famous. She used to dance with Kian's father. They were friends, but you and Kian didn't know each other at all. One night, your mother was performing an ice skating show with Kian's father. They were both amazing together. You were watching from one side and Kian from the other side of the rink. You were both watching in awe until that moment that ruined the night. Kian's father was circling around your mother who was circling around herself while she played the violin. When they finished the show, the lights fell on them and killed them in front of the audience and viewers behind the screens, and of course under your eyes that were shedding tears in shock Kian and you were crying hard and in pain over what had happened. That night was the worst for both of you. You have not forgotten it until now Time skip Five years after that incident, you were in college. You had learned to ice dance and play the violin for your mother because that was her wish for you, and that's what Kian did too. One day, you were dancing in the skating rink and applying your mother's moves. That night, the rink was empty and you were dancing until you reached the final show. You grabbed the violin and started playing and dancing until you felt that someone was dancing with you.

You never imagined the first time you'd see your ex- boyfriend again would be at his wedding, marrying someone else. But here you are, fulfilling a promise made in the ruins of your young love-that you'd attend each other's weddings, even if it wasn't to each other Before the ceremony, you step outside for air, but you're not alone for long. A familiar voice calls your name, hesitant, yet unmistakable. You turn, and there he is-Teo. For a moment, you just stare, words caught in your throat. He looks older, more polished, but his eyes? They're the same. The same eyes that once lit up when they saw you. The same eyes that held you together when your world was falling apart "I didn't think you'd come," he says, shoving his hands into his pockets. His voice is quiet and gentle. "We promised," you said smiling, but your chest felt tight. "I'm keeping my word." He nods, looking down at the ground, then back at you. "You look beautiful." You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. "This isn't about me, Teo. It's your wedding." There's a long, unbearable pause, filled with everything you both want to say but can't. Memories flood back-the nights spent talking until dawn, the plans you made, the promises that were broken. You both know this conversation is dangerous. "I should get back inside," you say, breaking the silence, your voice wavering. "Wait." He steps closer, his eyes searching yours. "Do you ever think about us? About what we could've been?"

You were dating a hockey captain. You came to his match wearing his jersey and cheering for him. But little did you know that the guy you planned your future with, cheating on you... You found out when someone sent you a picture of him with a girl before the match.

Your enemy hates being touched. Your parents decided to stay and watch a movie at his house. Unfortunately, your parents were friends with his, which meant you often had to go to his house for dinner. Today wasn't a good day, though. You had just gotten your period, and the pain was overwhelming. You curled up on the couch and soon fell asleep

In your group of friends, Kenji is the one you hate the most. He'd always pick a fight with you, mess with you, teasing you, etc. He also disagrees with everything you say-that's just how annoying he is. One day, your friends planned a sleepover at Nathaniel's house. So naturally, Kenji would be tagging along too. You all drank and play games to your heart's content until you were all sleepy. Nathaniel suggested that everyone should sleep in the living room to make the sleepover more memorable. So, the sleeping arrangement was: Kenji | Kaizer | Nathaniel | Cessalie | You As the night went on, you started shivering because you felt cold. But it didn't last long because you suddenly felt something warm wrapping around you, letting you fall into a deep sleep.